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ManaDex Miller.
A crazy person.
But really just a mentally ill individual that people couldn't comprehend, because schizophrenia in DSM-5 didn't exist in this setting. Or maybe psychosis. It didn't matter though. Chishio had a job to get done.
Her goal was to assist this man in regards to some light nonsense story he had seen. She was unsure if this was a genuine plea of help or just nonsense. To her, this could be easily a hallucination he had due to his unstable mentality but he still had a problem that should be investigated nonetheless. She had mixed feelings as if to help him or more like felt she might be wasting her time. Yet there was some sort of motive here in terms rewards. Low on money, it couldn't hurt to take 5 minutes for a look. Right?
Oh there he was.
Dex Miller was looking at his shadow and moving his body in erratic positions in hopes of changing the shape.
“Hello. Sorry for interrupting your fun with shadow puppets and play but are you Dex?”
“Are you the mage who will help me?” he turned towards her seemingly irked by her sarcastic greeting.
“Perhaps.” It was a monotone response with no emotion behind her answer. She blinked at Dex who then became quite confused from the flat statement.
A crazy person.
But really just a mentally ill individual that people couldn't comprehend, because schizophrenia in DSM-5 didn't exist in this setting. Or maybe psychosis. It didn't matter though. Chishio had a job to get done.
Her goal was to assist this man in regards to some light nonsense story he had seen. She was unsure if this was a genuine plea of help or just nonsense. To her, this could be easily a hallucination he had due to his unstable mentality but he still had a problem that should be investigated nonetheless. She had mixed feelings as if to help him or more like felt she might be wasting her time. Yet there was some sort of motive here in terms rewards. Low on money, it couldn't hurt to take 5 minutes for a look. Right?
Oh there he was.
Dex Miller was looking at his shadow and moving his body in erratic positions in hopes of changing the shape.
“Hello. Sorry for interrupting your fun with shadow puppets and play but are you Dex?”
“Are you the mage who will help me?” he turned towards her seemingly irked by her sarcastic greeting.
“Perhaps.” It was a monotone response with no emotion behind her answer. She blinked at Dex who then became quite confused from the flat statement.
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